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prayer window

November 14, 2014

I always wanted
A stained glass window
That had lived within a church
Just superstition some might say
But I’m certain
in the darkness
If I sat perfectly still
I might hear faintest
echoes of long lost
prayers reverberating
through the color they adorned.

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From → poetry

4 Comments
  1. gailatthefarm permalink

    What a wonderful thought. I felt your words.

    Thanks for coming by. May we all be able to “tap that well of creation within us”

  2. Stained glass is so beautiful . . . at times it seems to sing.

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